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ANNOUNCER: Previously on
Elkhorn...

MERRIFIELD: I’d say that
26,000 got you

one heck of a herd,
Mr. Roosevelt.

- I’ve never been more sure
of anything in my life.

MARQUIS: Allow me to
introduce my wife.

- Medora.

♪♪ ♪♪

- There are always
consequences here,

Mr. Roosevelt,

even for the
published word.

MEDORA: See to it that
is never published.

PADDOCK: Your move, newsboy.

[DOOR CLOSES]

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[CATTLE LOWING]

♪♪ ♪♪

♪♪ ♪♪

BLAIRE: Hold it right
there!

♪♪ ♪♪

Hands up!

Turn around, slow.

♪♪ ♪♪

There you go.
Put it down.

Easy.

♪♪ ♪♪

Go!

[GUNFIRE]

Go! Go! Go!

♪♪ ♪♪

[GUNFIRE]

COWBOY: Don’t worry.
I’ll run ’em down.

♪♪ ♪♪

♪♪ ♪♪

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- He’s wasting his time.

I know where he’s going.

♪♪ ♪♪

♪♪ [THEME MUSIC] ♪♪

♪♪ [THEME MUSIC] ♪♪

♪♪ [THEME MUSIC] ♪♪

♪♪ ♪♪

[THUD]
[PANTING]

- Blast it!

MERRIFIELD: All right, steady
him, boys, steady him.

Don’t be too hard on yourself,
Mr. Roosevelt.

Plenty of seasoned cowboys can’t
hold a calf by themselves.

- Well, I very
much had to try.

MERRIFIELD: Yes and now I’m
very much gonna help you,

so come on in here.

Okay boys, let’s
take him down.

Nope. There we go.

MERRIFIELD: Get on in here!

Alright,
you get around.

Hold ’em steady.

Alright.

Well, whatcha ya waitin’ for?

SEWALL: I prefer
to do the holding.

- Are you serious?

Don’t tell me you don’t
have the stomach for it!

- Ah, I got stomach
aplenty!

I just don’t care for
this part all that much.

- Come now, Bill!

Find your mettle!

- Yeah, come on
Sewall, find your mettle.

We can’t hold ’em
here all day.

Keep ’em steady, boys.

♪♪ ♪♪

Okay.
Hold ’em, hold ’em.

Hold ’em down,
hold ’em down.

[COW BELLOWS]
[BRAND SIZZLES]
There we go.

[COW BELLOWS]

MERRIFIELD: Okay, let ’em up.

Get ’em up.

There you survived.

Buncha cryin’ over nuthin’.

- I just don’t care for it.

- Ah, the elk’s horn.

A quality brand for a quality
product!

How are the rest coming?

MERRIFIELD: Well,

brandin’ a thousand head
of cattle

ain’t no easy task,
Mr. Roosevelt, but

last couple days Sylvane
and new boys

been doin’ a good job
with them steers up on the
northern pasture,

workin’ ’em
as fast as they can.

- What say we join them?

Should be the perfect
practice before the

round-up in the
fall, wouldn’t it?

MERRIFIELD: Yeah, it may be
that, but uh,

well, let’s just say

them cowhands,
they can be a bit

of a wild bunch,
Mr. Roosevelt.

- I would expect
nothing less!

MERRIFIELD: I guess what I’m
trying to say is we

hire ’em for their hard work,

okay, not necessarily
their manners. And uh...

yeah, them boys, they
don’t have

such a great
reputation for uh

respect for proprietors,
such as yourself.

- Bill,

if I cannot earn the
respect of working men,

what business have I here?

MERRIFIELD: Fair enough, but

don’t say I didn’t warn ya.

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TEX: Hold down a runner.

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Yah!

That’s how it’s
done. Did ya see it?

Ha, ha! Nice!

[COW BELLOWING]

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ROOSEVELT: How magnificent!

Do you mind?

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- This ought to be good.

ROOSEVELT: Hasten forward
quickly there, boys!

SEWALL: I don’t think this is
a good idea, Theodore.

ROOSEVELT: Someone grab me a hot
iron,

and come hold ’em! Quick!

TEX: ’Fraid we ain’t
gonna hold ’em.

ROOSEVELT: I beg your pardon?

- Say, we ain’t gonna hold
’em

’cause we ain’t gonna
brand ’em.

- I believe you are
under my employment-

- And I believe I ain’t
gonna brand this cattle TWICE.

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- Blast it!

[LAUGHTER]

TEX: Best leave it to us,
Mr. Employer.

Cattlemen don’t do nuthin’ but
get in the way out here,

especially the four-eyed
ones, who can’t spot a brand
from the saddle.

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- Let’s have at it, then!

I will not be
spoken to as such!

Let us fight or be friends!

- Hey!

Ain’t no respect to
be gained

by you intervenin’.

Just gotta let
this play out.

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- I see.
Unafraid to insult me,

but too afraid
to back your words.

[PUNCH MISSES]
[PUNCH HITS]

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- Alright, then, Cattleman.

Must be nice wearin’ them
storm windows

when the rain comes!

[PUNCHES LANDING]

[PANTING]

[PUNCH MISSES]
[PUNCH HITS]

Whoo boy!
Got some fire in ya!

[PUNCH]
[PANTING]

[PANTING]

SEWALL: Watch that right
hand, Mr. Roosevelt!

[PUNCH]

[THUD]

MERRIFIELD: Come on. Get
up now, Mr. Roosevelt.

[PANTING]

TEX: Alright, alright. I yield.

[PANTING]

[BLOWS ON GLASSES]

[PANTING]

Let us be friends then.

- Well, I’ll be.

TEX: Most o’ you
flatfoots come out

just trying to make
a quick buck.

Sittin’ pretty while we
break our backs.

I dunno if
you’re smarter...

but you’re
different.

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[ROOSEVELT SIGHS]

ROOSEVELT: An extraordinary day!

I cannot remember the last time
I was so exhausted!

MERRIFIELD: Yeah, and some
much-merited sleep to come,
Mr. Roosevelt.

ROOSEVELT: Yes, indeed.

[HOOFBEATS]

Can I help you, gentlemen?

BLAIRE: Mr. Roosevelt,
I take it?

- Yes.
BLAIRE: My name is Emmett
Blaire.

I own the Prairie Falcon Ranch,
ten miles up the river.

And I’ve come here today
to seek satisfaction.

- For what?

BLAIRE: For the cattle you’ve
been

stealin’ from my property.

♪♪ [OMINOUS MUSIC] ♪♪

MERRIFIELD: This ain’t our
brand, Emmett.

It’s made to
look like it, sure, but

you can see here how it’s been
done one point at a time.

That ain’t ours.

Come on, Emmett, you know how
these rustlers work.

If we were
stealin’, which we ain’t,

why wouldn’t we just use our own
brand to do it?

Instead of making a fake iron,
try to pass it off as our own.

- Figured so your boys
wouldn’t get caught with it on
my property!

- That’s hogwash.

ROOSEVELT: Mr. Blaire,

if you know my name then you
know my reputation.

BLAIRE: I’ve heard of your
reputation,

back east.

I don’t know a thing
about you out here.

What I do know for
certain

is that I caught your
man in the act.

- That is preposterous!

We have no need
for thievery!

Why, Elkhorn is as honest an
enterprise as they come!

Well then, perhaps

we should ride out
on your range tomorrow

to see how many more of my
stock you got?

- Well then, perhaps
we should!

- Sir...

may we have the week

to investigate your claim?

- I’ll give you three
days.

Then I’ll come back here,

and I’ll sort it out myself.

SEWALL: It just doesn’t make
much sense.

If someone’s gonna rustle, why
not keep ’em for themselves?

Sell ’em off quick?

Why brand ’em as ours?

And out here,
Mister Roosevelt,

as I’m sure you’re aware,
a rancher’s

reputation is his
livelihood.

- Well then, perhaps

someone

is intent on ruining my
reputation,

someone

who would benefit
from our failure.

SEWALL: You suggesting the
Marquis de Morés?

- He tried taking the property
mere days ago

on the ridiculous claim of his
sheep grazing.

Surely, he’s willing to try an
even less savory approach.

- That may be, but how are we
gonna prove it to Emmett?

I’ll visit Arthur Packard
tomorrow.

See if he has any further
insight on the Marquis.

- It’s quite a scheme.
ROOSEVELT: Yes.

Seems the Marquis is intent
on controlling

the entire territory

and likely much beyond

and...

by any means necessary.

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[DOORS SQUEAK]

MANAGER: Rosie! Mister
Bartholomew in room 5

asked for fresh bath water half
an hour ago!

ROSIE: Well, not to me,
he didn’t.
MANAGER: And the couple

staying in 8 need new
linens.

They said that theirs
are dirty!

- I told you to wait for
the washin’ to come back

before you started
making beds!

MANAGER: What do you think
you’re doing?

Did ya not hear
what I just said?

ROSIE: Of course, I did. Look

if you had sent the laundry out
yesterday like I asked,

we’d have fresh linens right
now, but we don’t.

MANAGER: What a pleasant
surprise, Miss Medora.

Rosie, would you please
get some tea.

- Oh, I’m not
here for leisure.

- Oh, you’re not?

How can I help you?

This hotel

is now officially the property

of my dear husband,
the Marquis.

You are now
standing inside

the Hotel de Morés.

- We were not made aware.

- I am making you aware.

And starting now, we will be
catering to a more

upstanding clientele.

We will show them
that hospitality in the
Badlands can exist.

And that requires more

sophisticated service than what

has previously been offered.

Rosie, was it?
- Hm hmm.

Yes, missus.

- Any thoughts?

ROSIE: Ah,

new management
is a good start.

MEDORA: Done.

You’re fired.

ROSIE: Uh... Miss Medora,

we still have
a hotel full of guests.

Surely we need a manager.

- And in you,

it has one.

ROSIE: (Stammers) Um, we...um,

I’m sorry. Me? Wha-

♪♪ ♪♪

TEX: Whatcha readin’ there,
Mister Roosevelt?

- "King Olaf."

- Cover says "Wayside Inn."

TR: Oh well, that’s the book.

The story is a

poetic sequence.

- A what, now?

- Think of it like a

a musical story.

Much like a
campfire song!

- Well,

alright now!

- It’s about a real Viking
king from long ago.

He avenges his father,

reclaims his kingdom,

and he seizes his destiny.

- Lots of action, then?

Sure. Yes, it’s very
exciting,

but more than that,

well, it’s inspiring.

One could only
hope to demonstrate such

fortitude and bravery
in their lifetime.

I think on it often

to give me courage when it
would otherwise fail.

- Well, you might wanna use
some of that courage

next time ya gotta
heel a calf.

- That’s fine advice, Tex.

♪♪ ♪♪

[GIGGLING]

DICK: Theodore?

Hellooooo?

[GIGGLING]

Oh. That’s just
my cousin, Alice.

[GIGGLING]

- As long as I live, Richard,

I will never forget such a
sweet sound.

DICK: Well, you best
go talk to her, then.

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♪♪ ♪♪

♪♪ ♪♪

- Hello, I’m-

ALICE: The boy with
mice in his pockets.

- I beg your pardon?
ALICE: That’s what Richard
says.

He can hear them
squeaking during class.

It must
be quite a scene.

TR: I enjoy studying the
natural world.

I don’t always
have mice in my pockets.

Sometimes I have a frog...

or several.

- You don’t have any
critters with you now, do you?

- I do not, but

perhaps I could find
some in the brush.

- Good heavens, no!

I just wanted to make sure.

♪♪ ♪♪

I’m Alice Lee.

- What are you reading,
Miss Lee?

- Austen.

- You know, I find her
to be a plain read.

- Am I plain if
I enjoy it, then?

- Oh, no! My apologies.

You are...

well, you are anything
but plain.

- I could be plain.

You don’t know me.

- Well, perhaps we could have
dinner sometime

or go for a walk,

so that I could.

- If I said yes,

how would you ever learn
perseverance?

Ask me again sometime.

Perhaps by then
I’ll have swapped this

wretchedly plain book for

something enthralling.

♪♪ ♪♪

- The Saga of King Olaf

by Henry Longfellow.

just a suggestion.

♪♪ ♪♪

SEWALL: Mr. Roosevelt?

Best be on your way.

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[HOOFBEATS]

- Arthur.

Arthur.

What happened?

♪♪ ♪♪

ARTHUR: How much more explicit
did I need to be?

That was only
meant for your eyes,

so you could understand
the kind of men

you’re dealing with
out here.

I hardly needed another
lesson myself, but...

Paddock felt
obliged to teach it.

♪♪ ♪♪

- Arthur,

this was safe at Elkhorn.

♪♪ ♪♪

The Marquis.

Medora.

She must have taken it!

And right under my nose!

- Perhaps you do need it
spelled out then, Mister
Roosevelt.

There are men out
here,

and women,

who you
must not trust,

especially
those in the fold

of the Marquis de Morés.

- This act of violence
cannot stand!

I will not allow the
town’s newspaper editor

to be
assaulted so brazenly!

We’ll wire the sheriff
in Deadwood...

- There’s nothing
to be done.

♪♪ ♪♪

Even printed, it’s

my word against his.

Funny thing
about getting all bruised up,

it makes it hard to sleep.

And
when you’re not sleeping,

you’re thinking.

I’ve been thinking.

Perhaps I’m not as cut
out for this venture as I
previously thought.

- No.

That’s nonsense.

Utter nonsense!

- I thought some honest
reporting

might bring some
civility to Dakota.

♪♪ ♪♪

Perhaps I
came too soon.

Maybe if I pack
it up, came back in

five, ten years

if I even come back at all.

♪♪ ♪♪

- If honest men do not find
their courage,

that time will
never come.

- Those are fine words
indeed, Mr. Roosevelt,

but courage doesn’t have
quite the same appeal

when you’re getting
kicked in the face.

♪♪ ♪♪

- Come to Elkhorn

for just a few days
while you rest up

under our watch.

Then you can decide what part
you want to play in all of this.

♪♪ ♪♪

- Alright.

♪♪ ♪♪

♪♪ ♪♪

♪♪ ♪♪

- A moment,

Medora.
- Ah,

what a pleasant
surprise, Theodore.

How was your morning?
- Did your husband have Arthur
Packard beaten?

- A severe accusation to make to
a woman so early in the day.

- Then you’ll forgive
me one more.

Was the order given to
put the Elkhorn Brand

on Emmett Blaire’s cattle?

- I’m afraid rustlers are
as common as flies in the
Badlands, Theordore.

If you can believe it, I’m on my
way to deal with one just now.

Good luck as always
in your endeavors.

♪♪ ♪♪

♪♪ ♪♪

Rosie.

- Yes, Ms. Medora.

- Sit.

- Touch.

Feel it.

[ROSIE SIGHS]

- I can’t say I’ve ever
felt anything quite as soft.

- It’s from Paris.

Luxurious.
- Hmm.

- Expensive.
- Hmm.

I’ll have some ordered for you
as well.

It’s important
that a manager

gets her beauty sleep, too.

- Thank you.

I’m sure you could’ve found
someone far more

qualified.

- I know quality
when I see it.

But I also need someone

who will always do what’s
best for the business.

- Oh, well, you can
count on me, Missus.

- Come now.

Medora.

Now then,

what do you think?

[ROSIE LAUGHS UNCOMFORTABLY]

Well, I gotta say I
prefer the Parisian sheets.

- It was stolen.

The cow, I mean.

Do you see how the
brand differs on the inside?

The deeper one that’s from
Longcross Butte.

But, you can
see where extra marks

were added to
change its design.

These cows were sold to
my husband

by the guest in room 3.

And I believe he is
reselling pilfered cattle.

Now, if Longcross Butte
and others

made a claim
against us? Well,

that would make us
complicit in a crime.

- Oh.
MEDORA: But...

if he’s a thief,

we need to be sure.

So tomorrow,

I will stall our guest

and you will search
his room for proof.

- Oh, uh,

I, I’m sorry
Miss-

Medora-

It just

seems a
bit dishonest is all.

Aren’t our guests entitled
to their privacy?

- Guests are entitled.

Thieves are not

and certainly not thieves

that risk our good
reputation.

♪♪ ♪♪

What’s good for my
cattle business

is good for our hotel.

You can see that.

Right, Rosie?

♪♪ ♪♪

- Yes.

- Good.

Better get
that beauty sleep.

♪♪ ♪♪

SEWALL: Well?

Merrifield’s setting the
trap as we speak.

It’s happening tonight.

ARTHUR: You really think this
plan will work,

baitin’ that
rustler with a fresh calf?

- I haven’t the slightest
idea.

Mr. Roosevelt’s trying to
do right,

place that ain’t easy
to do it.

- Those are fine words...

SEWALL: It ain’t words.

It’s courage.

♪♪ ♪♪

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[GRUNTING]

- I got it.

♪♪ ♪♪

♪♪ ♪♪

MERRIFIELD: Morning, Mr.
Roosevelt.

Plan’s all set.

♪♪ ♪♪

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

♪♪ ♪♪

[UNLOCKS DOOR]

[OPENS DOOR]

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[DOOR UNLOCKING]

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FRED: What is going on here?

ROSIE: Well, I, I was
just coming in here to, um,

I left- I had to.
- You better start talking.

ROSIE: I, um, well,
I was just, um-

MEDORA: Rosie?

You forgot
the clean sheets.

Begging your pardon, Sir.

The girl is just
settling into her duties.

There’s simply no excuse-

your room should have been
turned over already.

- I am so sorry.
I should have just

brought the clean
ones up with me. I would’ve

saved myself a trip down the
stairs.

Sir, I’m terribly sorry
to keep you waiting.

- It’s uh-

It’s quite all right.

♪♪ ♪♪

- Oh, don’t
forget your coat.

♪♪ ♪♪

[DOOR SQUEAKS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

- It’s him.

The branding
iron’s in the trunk.

- Good girl.

But you must
be smarter next time.

Hm?

Hm?

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[GUNSHOT]

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♪♪ ♪♪

- Whew!

Don’t go startlin’
me like that, Mister Roosevelt.

Not while I’ve got
hot iron in my hands!

- Tex,

were you about to put
my brand on that calf?

TEX: I put on all my boss’s
brands.

That’s my job, ain’t it?

- Not on Prairie Falcon
stock, it isn’t.

♪♪ ♪♪

- What is this?

- Tex,

you best make your way
out of town before someone

takes justice into
their own hands.

♪♪ ♪♪

- Now hold on a minute.

I know my business.

I ain’t doin’ this for me.

I’m doin’ this for you,

for the ranch!

- My friend,

if you steal for me,

you will steal from me.

- Mister Roosevelt,

♪♪ ♪♪

I’m doing this for you.

- I’m sorry, Tex.

But don’t come
back this way.

♪♪ ♪♪

[COCKS RIFLE]

- You heard him, Tex.

♪♪ ♪♪

♪♪ ♪♪

- ROOSEVELT: And to think it was
one of our own,

not the Marquis.

♪♪ ♪♪

SEWALL: Yeah.

You did
the right thing.

♪♪ ♪♪

MEDORA: You did the
right thing.

♪♪ ♪♪

- Doesn’t quite
feel like it.

- That guest

was a notorious rustler.

Turns out he came up
this way to hide.

But it was only
a matter of time

until he caused trouble.

And with him gone,
the integrity of our business

has been restored.

- So,

where’d he go?

- Oh, he checked out.

I think you’ll find it
exceedingly common,

the deceptions of men.

And doubly
so when you’re

an enterprising
business woman.

But you showed
great resourcefulness.

You did
real good.

And who knows,

maybe tomorrow, you’ll
even do something

great.

ROOSEVELT: Mr. Blaire. Here’s
one of your missing calves.

We’ll send
the rest home tomorrow.

Additionally, I’d be happy to
send a few more-

reimbursement
for your troubles.

BLAIRE: That’s mighty fair of
you, Mr. Roosevelt.

Graciously accepted.

And what of
the perpetrator?

- He won’t be back this way.

BLAIRE: Well then,
seems you’ve got things sorted.

If and when
the time ever comes,

you can call on
Prairie Falcon as an ally.

- That’s much appreciated.

My men will help you get the
rest home.

- Thank you,
Mr. Roosevelt.

Gentlemen.

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TEX: Well,

ain’t that somethin’?

Glad y’all got it
all worked out.

Happy endings, all around!

Have a drink, my friend.

♪♪ ♪♪

All I did was try to help.

And now I ain’t got a cent or
even a good word, to my name.

- I was quite clear Tex.

You were not to return.

- Now...

I don’t much care
about your clarity Cattleman.

I was right about one thing.

You are different
than the others.

You’re worse.

What was it you
told me?

"Let us fight or be
friends?"

Well what say you now?

- I’d say our friendship
is concluded.

- That slims it down
real easy, doesn’t it?

ARTHUR: Mr. Roosevelt, let us
just escort this man off the
property.

TEX: C’mon, Cattleman!

One more round
for old time’s sake.

What do you say, huh?

- I’d say-

you’re right.

Our options have slimmed.

So let us fight.

TEX: Ehh, that’s the spirit.

♪♪ ♪♪

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[THROWING PUNCHES]

♪♪ ♪♪

[THROWING PUNCHES]

[PANTING]

♪♪ ♪♪

[YELLING]

[PANTING]

[YELLING]

[PUNCH]

[PANTING]

[PUNCH]

[PANTING]

What’s the matter?

Tired?

Need a nap, huh?

♪♪ ♪♪

- I’ll rest when you do.

♪♪ ♪♪

[THROWING PUNCHES]

- Sewall, put
a stop to this now.

- He knows
what he’s doing.

- I think I’ve
had about enough.

♪♪ ♪♪

[THROWING PUNCHES]

ROOSEVELT: Enough, Tex!

Leave!

Please!

Please.

♪♪ ♪♪

- I yield.

♪♪ ♪♪

MERRIFIELD: You heard him, Tex.

You had your say.
Now get out of here!

♪♪ ♪♪

- That was some courage,
Mr. Roosevelt.

- It didn’t feel like it.

ARTHUR: I don’t think feeling
like it is the point, sir.

If honest men don’t
find their courage,

civility will never
come to Dakota,

now will it?

- No,

it won’t.

♪♪ ♪♪

ALICE: It’s a
tragic story, isn’t it?

♪♪ ♪♪

ROOSEVELT: How so?

ALICE: Well, Olaf wins.

He should be happy
and content.

But then he tries to reclaim
his wife’s kingdom as well.

Keeps reaching,

and it costs
him his life.

- I don’t find that sad.

- Why not?

- Well,

he gives everything
for what he loves.

And to give everything,

even if it costs you,

what’s sad about that?

- Well,

perhaps it wasn’t
his battle to fight.

Perhaps she can fight
her own battles, Teddy.

- You know, I can’t remember
the last time someone called me
Teddy.

- Oh, I’m sorry-
- No,

no, it’s, it’s quite
alright.

Teddy is great.

Teddy’s perfect-

Alice.

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- Okay,

back to work.

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